You probably saw that last week, Bam Margera threw a house party at his Westchester, PA house (a.k.a. Castle Bam). With little security and even less planning, anyone and everyone was invited via Bam’s 1.7 million follower Instagram. With little idea of what would actually go down (or if Ape & Phil would try and put a stop to the event) we packed inside a rental car the day before and drove out to see the shitshow firsthand.

At least 2,000 people showed up for the all-day / all-night event, which ended up being like a mini Bam festival: Pies of pizza, kegs of beer, constant skating, random tweakers and everyone taking selfies with the Heartagram Lambo. But instead of the crowd being divided into coolguys and nerds, it was a throwback mix of MTV era skate fans & skaters, Juggalos, and local backwood hicks. A real 21-century melting pot, some might say.

Scroll on to gawk at the locals, and if anyone knows the Juggalos who helped push our car out of the mud, give ’em a “Whoop WHOOP!” for us.

Guy was so stoked on Phil Margera signing his Fallen Footwear weed hat that he forgot to brush his teeth… ever.

Andy Roy whipped out his cheeks unprompted and people lost their minds.

Most attendees were local die hard Bam stans who brought untouched decks from their garages to get signed.

After Castle Bam is officially listed on AirBnB, I’ll be looking forward to people filming a porno on the little couch under the giant metal heartagram. Ape’s gonna be pissed!

This guy said jeans today are too tight on the nuts, and that he already feels his nuts in these wide-legged JNCOS. If your nuts feel cramped inside a pair of JNCOs you must have some huge nuts. Tweak on, brother.

West Chester PA’s finest.

A true lifer.

You know your shits off the rails when Andy Roy becomes the voice of reason at your party.

The original purpose of Bam’s party was to raise money and tear down the ramps in his barn so he could rebuild the skatepark. Here’s everyone standing around instead, waiting for the band to play. Classic!

Skate Brands! If your team signings feel a little lackluster, take our advice and hire Uncle Freddy. Just don’t sue us if he spray paints a kid’s face. That one’s on you.

The night ended with a cozy Christmas tree fire that quickly turned into a burn everything in sight fire till the early AM. Whoop WHOOP!